isadora,

INTRODUCING… the lovely, mrs. isadora lawley.

Born and raised in Beaver Creek, Colorado Isadora has now spent thirty five long, beautiful years in the village. Spending the majority of her days working as a head chef / business owner, she lives a blissful life, and never wishes to leave.

“moonshine sounds like it would get me wasted a lot faster than beer but the effort is appreciated.” she hums, leaning over the counter on her elbows as she popped off the lids on the glass bottles and held one out to her. selene took the bottle gratefully as she took a large chug instantly, licking the liquid off her lips once she finished. “i mean, i don’t mind. i can’t say i’m the greatest company but whatever floats your boat.” she spoke, running a hand through her hair.

“i’m selene by the way.”

“say the word and next supply I’ll have them bring you some,” Isadora smiled weakly, watching the other’s actions closely before she took a smaller sip from her drink. she understood loss, the past couple of weeks spent mourning her own loss and she could see the faint puffiness that came with those heavy, one on one cries. “hey, better company than none. do you think anyone asked me to cook all of this?” the brunette smiled, a soft attempt at a joke.

He leaned against the counter, keeping her company while she kindly made him a meal. “No yeah, that’s perfect.” Nate smiled a bit. The faintest heat still in his face as his comfort food request. “My mother used to make it for me nearly everyday after school with an apple. After I left home and had almost no money, it was the one thing that I always I made sure I could make. if it’s your second, then what’s your first? mac and cheese? pb and j? bowl of cheerios?” he asked with a light shrug.

━━━━ “Sorry, I didn’t mean to pull a Gordon Ramsay on you,” Joakim apologized, sincere. “I haven’t seen the head chef in full form,” he almost said corporeal, “and I’m glad to finally meet you—and yes, I’ll keep you company.” At least, Isadora was seemingly gregarious, and he liked that a lot. “Oh, no. No allergies unless you meant bull,” Joakim answered, chuckling; “Yes, that’s me.” Her pronunciation of his name was new, a variant he hasn’t heard of before. “It’s no big deal, really,” he assured Isadora, “you say it as either Yo-ah-Kim or YO-KIM. The former’s one of the Swedish’s take on it and the latter’s the English one. Or you can just call me Joaks as in egg-YOLKS—people don’t call you Dora, do they?” Like Dora the Explorer, he thought to himself.

Nate thought back to his conversation with Rafael, the one about breaking into the kitchen for a grilled cheese. When he was younger, and his parents still liked him, his mom would make him the simple sandwich whenever he’d get home from school, with apple slices on the side of his plate to match. He looked at the foot she had set out across the table, appreciating everything she had done but not having the appetite for any of it. “This is gonna sound stupid, could you make me a grilled cheese? Nothing fancy.”

━━━━ Joakim finally, finally found the head chef. “Hi, Isadora, right? So how are your skills when it comes to fresh shrimp tacos—do we have some of that?” He asked, realizing he’s actually famished. “If not maybe stir-fried tofu with quinoa and veggies, please?” He might be asking too much. “Or anything that’s vegetarian… just not… raisins.”

she had finally finished her pity party alone her room, splashing her face with cold water until the puffiness was finally subsided. or away enough that she hoped people wouldn’t ask any questions. the first place she enetered was the kitchen, catching sight of the female cooking something she used to eat as a child. she held her arms over her chest as she spoke up to her, shaking her numbly. “um, i’m not hungry. do you know where i could find a beer around here? or multiple.”

“Actually yea that’s why I was looking for you, everything’s a mess and I feel like I am gonna lose my mind without some help” Tobias smiled while looking at her. “Sorry DOLL I tried my best but I really can’t handle it alone”

“what’s so great about reality?” eoin joked back, shaking his head. the place was beautiful, though he had very little frame of reference to what it looked like before. he’d trusted his friends this time, didn’t feel the need to research where they were going — they’d been going on these trips long enough to know what each other liked. so he felt safe. “oh really?” he asked, raising his eyebrows. “well, it must be a vast improvement if you’re even in here now.” he flashed her another smile. “i did, haven’t yet properly taken a look around. just got here, think i’ll leave the tour until tomorrow morning, when i can start fresh. depends where you are in, to be honest. i’m in manhattan but live in the tiniest little shoebox with a view of… apartments.” he shrugged. “but the actual city is nice, i mean, dirty, but most cities are.”

“i can only imagine. it seems like a place that would still have a classic look before being remodeled.” he nodded. “i would have loved to get a snap shot of the old building.” he couldn’t quite match the smile on her face. too many things had happened over the last few days. he was still trying to piece it together. his eyes glanced up at her, shaking his head at the next set of words. “the next few months? we aren’t scheduled to stay that long.” it had already been over a week or two that he was supposed to be back home. someone had to be looking for him. “i’m gabriel, though. nice to meet you.” 

“   it’s wonderful .   ”   she agreed , steady hands cutting up an apple into quarts .   dorothy liked to stay relatively healthy , especially when she would be on her feet all day .   she never was one to stick to just one duty , so she could often be found wandering the halls — doing small tasks as she spotted the need .

“   it’s out the back , beside the cliff .   if you focus carefully , you could see right into my garden .   ”    she smiled to herself , fondly .   it would be nice if she could see WALTER gardening while she worked .   it was too far away to truly see , of course . but it did bring her some comfort .    “   i used to roam this area a lot , as a girl .   i’m glad it’s been opened up again .   ”

Isadora smiled fondly over Dorothy, her elbows leaning against the counter as fingertips reached to pluck one of the freshly cut slices. When she was around the woman, Isa couldn’t help the childish nature that came from her. “I should have brought binoculars. I would love to just sit and watch the town live and breath.” The brunette took a bite from the slice and then stood, walking to sit on one of the island stools.

“Now that is something you’ve never told me,” Isadora smiled as she pointed, her nose scrunching for a moment before leaning once more. Truly, she was enjoying this job which- Didn’t even really feel like work. “Dad said they would to throw parties, and the Crenshaws really knew how to get wild. Some kind of... Gatsby atmosphere, or something.”

“I think I’m losing my mind staying here,” she breathed.

She had thought that going outside would have been a good thing. It was a breath of fresh air; literally. After having spent most of her time either in her room or the kitchen, Fae needed to get out. But that had been a mistake. All she had done was follow the rocks. But they had led her nowhere. 

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“hey! Wait up! I have a question!” The older man yelled, knowing it really wasn’t the way to talk to strangers, especially paying customers but he really didn’t care. “I understand if you’re not really into talking but I seriously have to ask you something!“ 

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“oh…yeah,” beck nodded softly, “i haven’t really looked around too much yet. i just got here, but i’m glad you’re enjoying it.” he told her earnestly. he hadn’t even looked up before and after photos, he’d really not known anything coming in other then that his husband had asked him to be here and so, here he was. “should we take a look?” 

it was weird for gabriel to see someone so happy about being in the manor. he was used to everyone being confused and moving about with a little less than pep in their step. his eyes brows furrowed as he followed the woman, wanting to see more about why she was that way. hearing the comment, his ears perked up a bit and he stood up straighter. “i suppose it is. i never saw it before. my opinion doesn’t matter in this moment.” he shrugged, glancing out the small window. “i have. i can’t even count how many pictures are on my camera of the sunset and sunrise. it’s beautiful.”